Lyrics
Rest your weary head
We're in the blind spot
Again, again
The idol of guilt it dead
I stuck a sword in him
For you
For you know this isn't dragons, this is the real thing
Now who's knows just what's happening, what's happening
Have you got a light
Or a jacket to keep me warm tonight
How many licks to the center of the head?
A bore and a historian lament
What they said
They're not so different
You can see it when they log in in the internet
Or in their beds
They dream of dragons frightened that they might be the real thing
Now I sleep right next to you and I want you all the me
Y'know you and your light
Are the things that kept me warm through the night
Now who's knows just what's happening, what's happening
Have you got a light
Or a jacket to keep me warm tonight
